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Then up and raise him, King Honour, Says—" What means a' this din ? a)
Or what's the matter, Fause Foodrage, Or wha has'loot you in ? "—
" O ye my errand weel sail learn,
Before that I depart."— Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, 35
And pierced him to the heart.
Then up and got the Queen hersell, And fell low down on her knee,
" O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage ! For I never injured thee. *>
" 0 spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage !
Until I lighter be ! And see gin it be lad or lass,
King Honour has left me wi\"—
" O gin it be a lass," he says, a
" "Weel nursed it sail be ; But gin it be a lad bairn,
He sail be hanged hie.
" I winna spare for his tender age,
Nor yet for his hie, hie kin; 50
But soon as e'er he born is,
He sail mount the gallows pin."—